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And again.

I’d braced both elbows over her shoulders and cupped my hands over her head. I should have kissed her, should have told her how stunning she was, how scared I’d been, and howrelieved I was now to have her in my arms. But all I could do was stare her in the eye and take her,invadeher—and thank God that she wanted me to.

Then I began to tremble and sweat, my body riding the edge of that cliff that would crumble under my feet any second.

Bridget was whimpering, keening, arching, her eyes widening and almost closing, but we didn’t lose that contact as I picked up the pace, whispering, pleading with her to come with me.

“Sam—”

“I love you, Bridget,” I gasped. “I was so damn scared. I love you. Don’t ever leave me—ohshit! Yes, babe! Yes!”

Her head fell back and her mouth fell wide as she cried my name and her body gripped me, yanking me over that cliff. I shuddered and groaned, my toes digging into the quilt as I clawed down her body, pleading with her not to stop, to keep coming, to stay with me, and her eyes flew wide, and it was as if she showed me her soul.

We jerked and groaned, gasped and writhed, bodies out of control, pleasure washing through us in waves… and under it all,love.

Deep, abiding, vulnerable, terrifyinglove.

33. In this Together

SOUNDTRACK:I’ll Carry Youby Tommee Profitt andStephen Stanley

~ BRIDGET ~

When Sam collapsed over me and we both went still, I lay there in his arms, both of us sweating and trembling, our breathing still heavy. The moment was strangely perfect, and utterly surreal. My body still hummed, thrilled by him. But my mind started the slow, dark crawl back to reality…

I shifted, wallowing in the sensation of Sam’s weight on my body. He groaned and kissed my neck, his breathing still a harsh roar in my ear. I liked it.

It wasincrediblethat he’d gotten here so fast, and I was so relieved. But that chittering, dark unease wouldn’t leave me. It scraped at the door of my mind.

I clung to him harder.

“Babe?” he rasped.

So many words fought for space on my tongue.

I love you.

I need you.

I’m terrified.

Will you stay?

You can’t stay.

This world sucks.

But when I opened my mouth, all I could manage was“Sam.”

And even that one syllable, just his name, shattered my ribs.

He pushed up the moment a sob broke in my throat, whispering my name, looking down on me, his sweaty face glistening in the moonlight from the windows.

“Babe, what—”

He cursed when I tucked my head into his chest and clung. I almost cried out when he left my body, but he only got himself—still panting, still trembling—onto his knees and gathered me up.

“I’m s-sorry,” I croaked. “I’ll be f-fine—”

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